Burglar: Storyline 1 [
Stealthily, I wandered through the unfamiliar room, staring out the window before surveying my surroundings. Though I was sure it was deserted, lapses happen. Thankfully, it was empty. The silence inside was comforting. I approached the door and crouched, deeply listening for any presence. Nothing but muffled quietness resonated. Trusting my ears and the cue they provided, I tiptoed to the left, moving towards the door I intended to access. When I reached it, I carefully placed a small technique on the keypad. I patiently waited a minute and, as the door began to open, seemed to be almost shocked. Making sure I was alone, I entered and performed the task I had come for. Seemingly in a blink of an eye, I was leaving the area.
A few moments later, I heard a voice that drew me around the back of the building since the tone was all too familiar to me. Upon peeking into the window, there she was, seemingly pleasuring a man. Though I tried to keep my emotions locked away, I couldn't help but hesitantly, yet eagerly, start recording her activities. My job was done, so I quickly exited the premises and freed myself from public observation.
Once I was out of the situation, safely aboard a waiting vessel, and away from any prying eyes and ears, I examined the pictures and video that I had just captured. Without a doubt, it was indeed my former wife engaged in an intimate situation with her boss. I realized I had a predicament on my hands.
To my surprise, the very same person who had caused me discomfort a few days ago was now extending an invitation. We were being invited to a dinner at the infamous Albatross. A private club situated on the ocean, this was something I had always wanted to explore for professional purposes. The invite constituted the best way into the premises. In the evening, my wife seemed especially friendly with her coworkers, referring to me with voiced doubts to any who would listen: that I was a 'nerd' who fixed computers. I'd never heard such words from her lips before and found that treatment less than desirable. The only connecting link seemed to stem from her boss, who received the utmost respect and adoration. At first, I ignored the awkward environment in favor of enjoying the evening, but as night fell, I had a stronger realization: he was another man from whom my wife was receiving sexual favours.
In spite of the unpleasant situation, I kept my thoughts to myself and enjoyed my tour. How much was she lying to me about her job and her interactions with her boss when we were alone?
I told my wife that I had to go away for work during the upcoming weekend. "Okay," replied my wife without displaying too much emotion and asked when I'd be returning. "Thursday to Sunday," I answered, only to receive one more dismissive response. Once more, attraction to her boss became increasingly conspicuous, so her actions in telling her boss how much she missed me made no sense to me. The invitations she casually tossed his way only served to convince me further of their indecency.
Saturday afternoon, I booked a flight to New York and boarded another private flight to the small town of Northville on Sunday. After finishing all my tasks, I had another private flight orchestrated to return to New York on Monday. Trusting that my alias was sufficiently covered, I was safe to return to my life, this time with new knowledge.
Sunday evening, weary and relieved, I entered my home to find her sitting on a loveseat, looking tired and content. "How was your trip?" she asked questioningly. I didn't tell her that I was already halfway to divorcing her.
"It was a bit boring, but fun," I gestured, glancing at her with an unconcerned look. Despite her casual kiss on the cheek, I felt a broad smile forming. Her demeanour at her workplace, the unknown world of their sexual relationship, and the prior chaos in my life came together and started unraveling. I was excited to end the relationship and planned to leave her.
As the morning approached, my wife took care of any chores and left me to my own devices. Her work ethic impressed me as I assembled both my belongings and those of the other person in my life. I typed a sequence of commands at the computer and calmly, making sure not to draw attention, stepped out the door for the last time. I packed my office just as thoroughly before locking the door and leaving. I then went to the dock and, once my boat was ready, began to gather groceries in preparation for the journey. Before my ex-wife could return from work, I was well on my way to safety.
Sensing at least a day would be spent covering details, the manager of the Albatross passed out from a devastating injury, eventually waking up at the hospital with lingering confusion. It was Monday morning when the police finally got wind of the incident. My safe escape challenged authorities and cost precious time to solve the implication of events.
Not much time passed after he had stumbled and hit his head, when a fire caused by an electrical fault occurred at a house on the opposite side of town. The firefighters couldn't salvage the house, and an inquiry revealed that the owner apparently connected too many devices to an extension cord in her restroom. Coincidentally, she was at work when it happened.
My wife returned to find her house a burnt-out shell and no trace of her husband. She rang me, but got a message that the number was no longer in service. She set off to find me at work. She went to the building she had taken me to multiple times before, only to learn that no one there remembered seeing or hearing of me.
In a state of distress, she inspected her banking app and found her accounts to remain unchanged. We had separate accounts that we each paid our bills from. She couldn't get in touch with me and, in the process, realized how little she knew about me. She had no idea where I worked or any of my friends' names. She went to her parents' house to stay with them.
In the following days, she discovered that the house she believed to be theirs was not owned by either of them. There was also no insurance coverage on the property. She found out that her "husband" had no traceable identity other than the marriage license she had. She later discovered that her "husband's" name belonged to an 89-year-old man who had expired the year she met me. I effectively ceased to exist with no records, no phone number, or any clues leading to me. She was devastated and spent days in tears.
As she dealt with her loss, the Albatross was coping with their own. The police inspected the membership list and conducted background checks on everyone who had access to the office. Her employer clarified that none of the party-goers had authorization to enter the office area. He did, however, mention that one employee's husband had gone missing since the event but confirmed that the husband had no opportunity to access the workplace. The office was locked during dinner.
The police looked into the husband and found that his name was a pseudonym. He became the leading suspect. They arrested the wife for questioning. It was at this time they discovered her relationship with her employer. Although she was questioned about the affair, it didn't lead them to look into her boss any further. It took a while, but the police were eventually forced to close the case for a lack of evidence. They still kept a wary eye on her boss, however. A month later, he was caught with nearly a kilogram of cocaine and was convicted of possession with intent to distribute. He passed away in prison a few years after.
Just over a year from when I vanished, my wife filed for divorce based on abandonment. She received nothing in the settlement. All she was left with were debts and lots of tears.
While I disappeared, I moved to a charming private island that formed part of the nation of Vanuatu. I bought the island to escape society and found it peaceful. I had an exquisite villa with a sophisticated security system. After all, I had numerous valuable artifacts and paintings to protect.
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